Sebastian awoke the next morning to an incessant bird chirping outside the house. He cursed under his breath remembering why he hated the fucking suburbs. Slowly rolling over on the tiny couch, he put the back of his hand over his eyes and blocked the sun from shining into them. The house was peacefully quiet, contrasting from the consistent laughter and conversation (And Sebastian's discomfort,) that seemed to inhabit it yesterday. Light filtered in through the windows, bright and yellow from the sun that had just begun to peek up over the horizon. The scene filled Sebastian with an odd welcoming feeling, as if this was his home, not the three story monster back in Westerville, filled with cold floors and empty picture frames.
Sparing a glance at the clock he groaned. It was only 6:32 in the morning. Not that much later than when he would've rolled himself out of bed back at Cornell. He had been planning to stock up on sleep while he was here, but apparently his internal clock was much stronger than his own self will. Mother fucker. Sebastian closed his eyes, trying to lull himself back to sleep. After a few minutes of laying on the couch to no avail a shiver ran through his body. Tugging the small blanket up more to wrap around his neck, the bottom of the blanket slid up, exposing his feet to the cold, crisp winter air.
He cursed again, loudly this time. All he wanted was a few more hours of sleep after his first very eventful day at the Hummel Hudson's and it seemed the universe couldn't even do him the courtesy. He sat up slowly, rubbing a hand over his temple before he threw the blanket back and stretched. Yawning as he pulled his arms behind his back to wipe away the sleepiness, he took a moment to look more closely at the room.
It was small- though for a Smythe, almost any house was considered small in comparison to their's- but seemed to tell a big story. Their couch was sat next to a mismatched arm chair, both of which were broken in, cushions dipping from years of being sat on, old stains on the sides and seams ripped with thread popping from the stitches. Sebastian snickered, his mom would probably go into cardiac arrest being in the room which clearly hadn't had money thrown around on it's behalf. The floor was covered fully in a beige rug, matted down and torn up in the corners of the room. Stacks of magazines and mail were placed casually on the coffee table and television, cluttered and messy, yet somehow belonging in the room just as much as any other piece of furniture.
Sebastian dropped his arms to his sides, walking past the couch to go to the kitchen before he stopped at the adjacent wall. The wall was covered in photographs of the family, each one held by small frames tacked to the wall in no particular order. Taking a step closer to the wall Sebastian looked at the pictures covering it. He saw one of Finn first at graduation, decked out in a long red gown, his cap slightly off center and a huge grin on his face. Next to him was Puck, Finn's best friend-as he'd been told- pointing to Finn and wearing the same grin on his olive-skinned face.
He smiled, flickering his eyes to the photo below it. This one was one of Kurt, more recently, his face smooth and clear with his eyes bright and happy. His body was as long and slim as ever, undeniably sexy decked out in a dark green poncho and designer grey pants. He was smiling enthusiastically at the camera, with an arm around two girls. One was large a black, with short curly hair and bright colored clothing while the other was Asian, dressed in more subdued blacks and whites. Both girls were facing Kurt planting a kiss on both of his cheeks. Sebastian rolled his eyes at the ridiculousness of the photo before looking to the one next to it.
It was of their whole family on what Sebastian assumed was Burt and Carole's wedding. They were on the front steps of a church, the four of them huddled together in order to all fit in the photo. Carole and Burt were wound closely with one another, bright smiles on their faces. Burt was in a tux, his head not covered in anything for the first time to Sebastian, and had a single lavender pinned to the lapel of his jacket. Carole had the same sweet smile she always had on her face, tears shining in her eyes as she hiked up the front of her off-white dress to walk. However, they weren't what had caught his eye. It was Finn and Kurt that most interested Sebastian. The two were standing next to each other, both in black tuxes and much younger than they were now. Sebastian knew Finn was only sixteen when his mom got remarried, a sophomore in high school, meaning that Kurt was in sixth grade, about eleven or twelve.
His face was rounder, much younger with less angles and smooth curves the Kurt he knew now had. His hair was styled too, but leaning on his forehead more, sweeping across his head. His eyes were the same hypnotizing blue-green, shining with a complete happiness that was so genuine Sebastian knew it wasn't faked. Finn was to his left with a smile as well, only this one was forced. Sebastian could tell. After three years of living with Finn, he had learned when Finn was actually happy (When he finally got laid by that chick in his chemistry class,) or just forcing his lips up (When his loud ex-girlfriend Rachel came up to visit.) Finn had on that clearly uncomfortable smile on his face, his eyes uneasy, and shoulders tensed. It was as if the awkward lanky teen was trying to shrink upon himself and disappear, clearly uncomfortable where he was. It took Sebastian only a few second to figure out why.
This was the Finn that the new Finn was ashamed of. The Finn that thought being gay was weird. The Finn that thought his new step brother was trying to get in his pants. The Finn that compleatly shut Kurt out, making him feel like he wasn't welcome in his own house. Sebastian knew this because on more than one occasion Finn had broken down under stress at Cornell, recanting every terrible thing he had done in his life, this happening to be one of them.
Sebastian shook his head, his friend was seriously fucking stupid sometimes. Turning away from the wall of photos Sebastian proceeded to go into the kitchen. It was still early, and from what Sebastian could tell no one was up yet. He was sort of thankful for that, he wanted a few minutes to gather his thoughts before the family came bounding down the stairs, no doubt ready to ask if he felt any better.
Stepping up into the kitchen, he noticed it was empty and quiet. He walked to the fridge, opening it without so much as a second thought. The Hummel Hudson's were pretty chill, he'd doubt they'd have a huge problem with a hungry college boy going through their food without asking. The choices were abundant, the shelves practically overflowing with food in preparation for Christmas, which was fast approaching.
Settling on orange juice, Sebastian removed the carton from the fridge and placing it on the counter next to it. Closing the door he opened a few cabinets in search for a glass. He spotted a note folded neatly on the counter next to the sink, a hasty 'Guys,' scribbled on the front. He picked up the note, unfolding it lazily and peered at the note.
Morning guys!
Burt went to the garage and I'm taking a double shift at the hospital, so we should be back late.
Eggs are in the fridge and there's some bacon in the freezer if you guys want to cook breakfast.
Well, if Kurt wants to make breakfast.
See you tonight, don't do anything stupid!
So, it would just be the boys today. Sebastian sighed, maybe if he could stick by Finn's side the entire time, he'd avoid any contact with Kurt. Like, any. At all.
Kurt might have been sneaky, but there was no way he could hide what a fucking whore he was with his big brother next to him the whole day.
Sebastian placed the note back on the counter and rummaged through the cabinets again until he retrieved a glass. Filling it up with orange juice, he downed the glass before pouring himself a second.
He wondered what he would do today. Maybe he could drive avoid the day all together and drive up to Westerville. It was only two hours, he could rent a car, and see if any of his old classmates were in town and okay to hang out. Sure, it was a long shot, and quite frankly, he hated most of the guys in Dalton. Aside from Nick and Jeff, they were stuffy and smarmy and compleatly against a good time. He was only hanging out with them to get through his four years of high school without going stir crazy.
It wouldn't be a good time, that was for sure, but he'd rather have that than a day of trying to avoid Kurt's touch and stop Finn from getting suspicious.
He heard the sound of footsteps heavily dropping down the stairs and coming to the kitchen.
He doesn't bother turning when he downs the second glass, "Sup Finn,"
A pair of long, slender arms locked around his neck from behind, "Mmm, try again, sexy,"
"Shit!" Sebastian exclaimed, hitting his hand against his half full cup, and spilling orange juice on the counter.
He spun around to face Kurt, who was standing in front of him, blinking up innocently and chewing his lip between his teeth. Sebastian took a second to run his eyes over Kurt's body in appreciation. He had clearly just woken up, looking unfairly hot in a pair of light blue silk pajamas. (Seriously, how the fuck could he look that good after a night of heavy drinking and waking up early.) His chestnut hair was still holding some of it's coif from the night before, but some of it hanging it limp in front of his left eye. Sebastian unconsciously licked his lips. Kurt looked so, so good. He looked towards the stairs quickly, somewhere up where Finn was sleeping. Finn was a really heavy sleeper, and he wouldn't wake up this early. Maybe he could quickly throw Kurt onto the couch and fuck him before Finn even...
No.
Sebastian shook him head abruptly. No. He wouldn't do that to Finn, no matter how much of a sexy fucking tease him brother was.
Taking a calming breath, Sebastian pinched the bridge of his nose, "What the fuck are you doing down here?"
Kurt smiled in his sickeningly sweet way, tilting his head to the side, "That's certainly no way to greet your host,"
"Burt and Carole are my hosts," Sebastian bit back, taking a step back to the counter as Kurt took one forward.
"Oh, but I think I am too," he said, stepping in even closer.
Kurt backed Sebastian up farther, until Sebastian's back was pressed up the side of the counter. Sebastian tried to side step him, but Kurt was quick and clever, following each step he took and pushing himself flush against Sebastian with a surprising amount of force. Sebastian gulped, throwing his hands up to show the empty kitchen he wasn't touching Kurt. It was stupid as fuck, but he was in no way risking Finn walking in and seeing him rubbing against the teen.
Kurt looked up at Sebastian with his doe-eyes, smiling even wider. He jerked his hips forward slightly into Sebastian, his half hard cock running across his thigh. Sebastian groaned. Jesus, this kid was seventeen and had an unstoppable sex drive. For God's sake it was six in the morning after a night he probably spent getting screwed into next week and he was already hoping for an early morning fuck.
Sebastian swallowed a groan, asking instead, "You didn't answer me, what are you doing down here?"
He giggle softly, reaching an arm up and rubbing his hand down Sebastian's bicep, bringing his raised hand down to his side, "Well, it is my house and all..."
"I mean why are you up so early?"
Kurt trailed his hand down the muscles of Sebastian's arm, "It's not that early,"
"Fucking-" Sebastian huffed, frustrated, "You know what I mean. You were out of your mind drunk last night and now you're prancing around here without so much as a hangover,"
"Oh! Yeah, I can never sleep much past six anyway, it's been a habit since I was eight," Kurt smiled, leaning in impossibly close, his hand still gripping Sebastian's arm, "Plus for your information I was not "out of my mind" drunk. I had a drink or two. And as for the prancing? Well, it turns you on so, I think I'll just continue that."
Sebastian groaned when Kurt pressed his cock against his leg, his other hand coming down to toy with the draw strings on Sebastian's sleep pants. "Jesus, Kurt."
"Why don't you let me help you relax," Kurt purred, dipping his hand under the tee shirt Sebastian was wearing, "you're so tense,"
Sebastian swallowed back a moan, "Fu-fuck. We need to stop,"
Kurt smiled, splaying his hands over Sebastian's six pack, and running it up his abs. "You're so hot, Sebastian. I want to touch you,"
His eyes rolled back at Kurt's touch on the muscles on his front paired with the sexy whispers spilling from his mouth, "Oh God-"
"You want to touch me too, don't you?" Kurt asked, rubbing his hand on Sebastian's stomach, "I can tell you do,"
Sebastian stayed quiet, breathing erratically as Kurt said in a lower voice, "Finn doesn't need to know,"
And if that wasn't a tempting offer. He knew he probably could do it too. He'd had fucked stranger after stranger in their dorm back at Cornell without any three of his roommates even waking up. Not that he'd tell them that. Somehow, though, the little bit of a conscience Sebastian had yet that hadn't eroded away over the years was nagging at him, telling him not to do this.
"No, no I'm not doing this." he pushed Kurt's hand away from him.
He turned back around, letting out a shaky breath as he drew a napkin from the folder to sop up the spilled orange juice. Kurt watched with amused eyes at Sebastian's tense shoulders as he cleaned up the juice from the counter. He smiled wider, walking around Sebastian and turning around, pulling himself up to sit on the counter. Sebastian blinked up surprised at him for a second before he looked away, "What the hell are you doing, Hummel?"
Kurt smiled, examining a manicured hand, "Oh me? Nothing! I'm just hanging out with my brother's best friend."
Sebastian sighed, tossing the soaked napkin in the trash, "We both know that's not what you're doing."
Kurt simply smiled, crossing one leg over the other and propped his head on his hands.
"Fucking- Stop looking at me like that,"
"And how am I looking at you?" Kurt asked, in a way so fucking seductive Sebastian had to rearrange himself in his pants. Goddammit, he would never survive in this house.
"Like you want on my dick," Sebastian snapped, dragging his hand over his eyes in exasperation.
"Oh, and I thought I wasn't making myself clear enough," Kurt remarked grinning.
Sebastian looked up at Kurt. He was sitting on the counter smiling brightly, as if he wasn't clearly propositioning sex with a complete stranger. Granted, Kurt had probably heard of Sebastian a lot over the past three years, and he was sure he must have seen pictures of him before, but there was no way he'd no him well enough to be ready to screw. To be fair, however, Sebastian wasn't one to talk. He'd been having one night stands since he was in ninth grade. He'd fucked so many people that he didn't know the names of he'd lost count, but this was different.
Sebastian had two parents who were out fifteen hours a day only to come home, fight, and then go to separate beds. They never talked to him. He wasn't a son they could love and cherish, he was a mouth they had to feed and expected to make it big in return. But Kurt? He had a dad who'd fight like hell for him. He had a brother who'd practically threatened to murder several guys (Sebastian included,) if they touched Kurt. Hell, he even had a step mother who cared enough to be confused with his own mom.
Sebastian shook his head. Kurt was just a slut without a cause. He wasn't sure if it was a turn off or turn on.
"Look," he started, putting his hands on Kurt's thighs (Ignoring the wink Kurt sent him,) and pulled him off the counter. Steadying him on the ground, he looked him in his blue eyes with what he hoped to be a serious expression, "this shit needs to stop. Stop touching me. Stop staring at me. It's not gonna happen," then- for good measure, "I don't want you,"
For a second, something unreadable flashed in Kurt's eyes as he looked up at Sebastian. And then it was gone just as fast, an smirk replacing it, "Whatever you say, 'Bas." He took a step close, his body just barely brushing against Sebastian's, wrapping his hand around his bicep, he leaned up to whisper in his ear. "I just hope you don't get this hard around everyone you don't want. I can't imagine how huge you get when you're actually turned on. I might not be able to stop myself from fucking myself raw on your dick."
Sebastian stopped cold, his cock twitching dangerously in his loose pants.
Bang.
A door slammed in it's hinge upstairs, loud footsteps stopping at the top of the stairs. Sebastian snapped his head towards the stairs where the heavy thuds were coming from, hearing a yawn rip out of Finn's sleep ridden body. He looked back manically at Kurt, his eyebrows raising in surprise.
Kurt was suddenly standing a whole foot back, opening the fridge and retracting a bottle of water. His pants were rearranged, the fabric folding up and over to disguise the erection bulging out. He turned to Sebastian over his shoulder, offering a wave of pure fucking evil. Bitch. Sebastian glared at him as Finn's footstep grew louder.
"Hey guys," Finn mumbled as he stepped him. His brown hair was wild, matted and sticking up all over his head messily. He had a long, sleeveless shirt with red basketball shorts that swept past his knees and calf length dirty socks dragging across the floor. His voice was heavy with sleep, and his eyes were bloodshot red from scrubbing them, a child like habit Finn still had to this day.
"Good morning, Finn! You look lovely this morning," Kurt laughed, uncapping his water bottle and taking a big gulp. Sebastian couldn't help but watch Kurt's neck as he swallowed, his Adam's apple bobbing. He shook his head for probably the millionth time that week. He wasn't going there.
"Shut up," Finn said halfheartedly, yawning again and stretching. "Most people look like shit when they wake up,"
"Kurt Hummel is not most people," he quipped smiling genuinely at his brother.
"Yeah, yeah," Finn muttered, walking past the two of them and to the counter. "What's there to eat?"
Sebastian sipped from his cup of orange juice, "Whatever, you're mom and Burt are at work,"
"They are?"
"Yeah, it's Monday," Kurt said, opening the freezer and pulling out the bag full of bacon. "The note's on the counter over by the sink,"
Finn turned towards it, picking up the note, his eyes scanning quickly before he looked between the two of them grinning. "Looks like it's the boys today,"
Sebastian was in hell. Literally, he was in hell. Lima, Ohio had just become the worst place on the face of the earth. He knew that beforehand, obviously, any place that contained that many GAP's and Old Navy's was seriously fucked up. After Kurt had, predictably according to Carole, cooked eggs and bacon for breakfast, Finn had convinced the two of them to go out for the day.
"C'mon, we have a limited time! And I'm not wasting a second of it!" He'd said, beaming with a mouthful of food. Sebastian rolled his eyes when Kurt scolded him as if he were two.
So, Sebastian found himself walking aimlessly through a shitty mall twenty minutes from the house he was staying at. He could only be thankful for the fact Finn stood in the middle, separating him from Kurt and Kurt's wandering hands.
"What are we even doing here. It smells like hillbillies and desperation," Sebastian whined, shoving his hands into his pockets and falling into step beside Finn.
Finn laughed, shoving him slightly, "Hey, shut up! Half my high school life was spent in this mall!"
"No wonder you were so stupid," Sebastian grinned.
"Dude! Un-cool, you're supposed to be on my side!"
Sebastian chuckled, eyeing the signs hanging in front of the stores.
"So," Finn started, "where do you guys want to go?"
Before Sebastian could even reply, Kurt jumped in excitedly, "Oh my God! We have to go to Barneys! They just got in the new Calvin Klein Warren boots. They're gorgeous!"
Finn chuckled, listening to Kurt's gushing. Sebastian couldn't help but cracking a smile, asking incredulously "They have Calvin Klein here?"
Kurt glared sharply at him and Sebastian had to stifle a laugh. Kurt trying to look threatening was kind of adorable.
"Yes" he huffed, turning his nose up, "This town may be simple, but it isn't compleatly fashion horrendous."
"I beg to differ," he replied, eyeing a fat older women walking past in purple tank top,
"Uh, dude, I think you're the only one wearing designer shit," Finn pointed out as they passed another pizzeria.
"No! You just hang out with the fashionably impaired and, therefore, think no one else is capable of being fashionable." Kurt said indignity, folding his arms.
"Okay, okay!" Finn laughed, "Jesus, we'll go to the store!"
Kurt did a little jump, giggling and his entire face lighting up, "Yay! Maybe we can even find something for the both of you too!"
"My fashion sense is fine, thank you. I only dress to impress," Sebastian added cockily, ignoring Finn when he punched his shoulder.
"Sure," he scoffed playfully.
The three continued walking down the mall, occasionally stopping when Kurt saw something it a window that he just needed to feel for himself before a loud gurgling came from Finn's stomach.
They all stopped at the sound, turning to face Finn curiously, while he looked a tad embarrassed. "I'm, uh, a little hungry?"
"Could have said something, dumbo," Sebastian said sarcastically.
Finn scowled, bringing a hand down to his stomach and saying sheepishly, "I haven't eaten since breakfast."
"That was like, two hours ago!" Kurt exclaimed.
"You guys don't understand. I'm 6'3"!"
"I'm 6'2"?" Sebastian pointed out.
"Whatever! I'm hungry," Finn said, eyes already scanning for a shop, "We can get a pretzel or something, and then go to that store you want to go to with those shoes-"
"The Calvin Klein Warren boots!" Kurt squealed, jumping up a little in his step. Finn smiled at him fondly and nodded. "Okay! Let's get you that pretzel!"
Sebastian stood next to Finn in the small baked goods shop behind a long line of people. Like, ridiculously fucking long for a Monday afternoon at 1:30. The shop was small, and filled with all kinds of customers, some ordering at the long counter, others milling around with freshly brewed cups of coffee. Behind the counter a few servers were working frantically, getting baked goods out of the oven and shewing people away before they could complain.
He and Finn were chatting randomly about anything and everything as they moved up the line inch by inch. He spotted it by accident. Sebastian was talking to Finn about their huge amount of homework they had for their communications class when his eyes flickered to the slight movement in the corner of the shop. Kurt was standing to the side of the shop, all the way in the corner, leaning against the counter and smiling up at the man behind it.
He watched the man interact with Kurt. He was older, clearly, probably older than Sebastian himself, with blonde hair reaching just above his eyebrows and brushed lazily to the side. He had one hand on the wall next to him and was leaning on it lazily, the other falling down by his side. He was tall and bulky around the shoulders, broad chest fighting against the button up shirt and work apron he was wearing. He was smiling lazily, a toothy grin on his face and leaned back into Kurt, eyeing him up and down.
Sebastian nodded along to Finn absentmindedly, watching as the man leered at Kurt and practically undressed him. He knew that look before, he himself had used it before. It was the "I'm going to bang you" look. He was planning on dragging Kurt into the supply closet on his break and getting off. From the way Kurt leaned into the man's touch, and let out a soft laugh at something he said, Kurt was fully willing.
Sebastian watched in interest as Kurt flirted back with the man behind the counter. It was kind of like watching a program on the discovery channel, or animal planet. Kurt was the only out kid at his high school according to Finn, apparently in all of Ohio, yet it seemed as if his legs were open for business. Logically, Kurt probably had an out of this world gaydar, and could spot the gays in his school that were too scared to actually come out and any other gay man that just happened to be in a one mile radius. How else could he get that much ass? Or rather, give that much.
The man reached up, rubbing his hand up Kurt's arm and over his shoulder. Kurt leaned into his touch, giving the man a smirk and saying something Sebastian could hear.
Maybe if just leaned in a little, he could hear what they were saying-
"-astian? Sebastian!"
Sebastian blinked, looking back to Finn.
He was suddenly a foot ahead of Sebastian, already at the counter, looking questioningly back at him. Sebastian looked behind him to see a few angry customers, clearly pissed to be waiting behind him.
He rolled his eyes at them. It was a fucking three dollar pretzel, they could wait four seconds.
"What do you want to get?"
He stepped forward to the counter where Finn was waiting and looked up at the menu hanging above the counter. The choices were slim, and all very cheap. Pretzels, coffee, and cupcakes. It seemed like those were the specialties. Wrinkling his nose, he said, "I'll just have a coffee. Black, no milk, no sugar,"
Finn nodded, repeating the order to the barista before looking back up at the menu, "Um, I dunno. Should I get a pretzel and a coffee? Or just a pretzel,"
"I don't know, just order," Sebastian said, bored.
"I don't know what to get," he said, chewing on his lip. The barista sighed impatiently, tapping his foot as he watched the pair annoyed.
"Are you guys ready to order?"
"No, Isaac Newton, we aren't. You'll be the first to know when we are," Sebastian snapped. The barista bristled, folding his arms and going quiet again.
"Whoa man, calm down," Finn apologized quickly to the worker before turning back to look at the menu, "Well... What's Kurt getting?"
Sebastian shrugged, glancing back towards the pair at the edge of the counter. The man had moved in closer, putting his mouth next to Kurt's ear. He couldn't see what he was saying because of Kurt's head in the way, instead seeing Kurt smile wider, pulling back and nodding with a wink. He shook his head, Finn was dense if he couldn't tell Kurt was a little whore.
"I'll ask him," Finn said, his eyes coming back down and looking confused, "wait, where is he?"
Finn looked around for a second before looking back to Sebastian, "Where's Kurt? He was here a second ago!"
"Maybe he went to find those boots?" Sebastian threw out.
"No, no. He was going to get something too," Finn pointed out, looking around the shop's front. He looked back at Sebastian, "You stay here, I'll look for him."
Sebastian had no idea why he did it, but for some reason he stopped Finn. He could have easily let Finn go and find Kurt flirting shamelessly on the other side of the store with someone probably older than Finn. He could have let Finn see that his little brother who he thought was so innocent and in need of protection was getting laid more than he was. He could have even told Finn how Kurt had given him a handjob, which he was compleatly unwilling for and have everything be fine for the rest of the trip.
But for some reason he didn't. He was probably just tired.
"No, I'll go. Be back in a sec," Sebastian said quickly, sliding out of the line of angry customers and towards where Kurt and the man were standing.
Walking up to the two of them he saw more clearly the man. Up close he had slight stubble sprinkling his face and blinding white teeth with a small dimple in the left side of his cheeks. His name tag identified itself as "Josh." He came up closer, hearing bits of their conversation more clearly.
"-ometime. So just call me,"
Kurt nodded, "I'd love too, it'd be fun for us to get together."
"Yeah, plus I'd love to see that thing you do with your mouth," the man grinned appreciatively, giving Kurt a once over.
Kurt smiled under the attention, leaning in, "Oh trust me, I wouldn't mind showing you,"
Sebastian rolled his eyes, walking up to the two of them, "Alright, Hummel, shows over,"
The both of them jumped slightly, as if someone had burst their bubble, exposing them to the rest of the shop for the first time. Kurt looked at him slightly disapprovingly, his eyes pointing to Josh. Sebastian smiled. That was the "Leave now, I might get laid" look, he'd used it before. It brought him some joy knowing he'd be able to torment Kurt for once in the barely two days he'd been there.
The man looked at Sebastian, fixing him with a disproving look, "And you are?"
Grabbing Kurt's arm, he narrowed his eyes at Josh, "I'm the angel sent here to save you from fucking this seventeen year old in the break room,"
The man's eyes widened comically, turning towards Kurt before whispering sharply, "You're seventeen?"
"Sebastian!" Kurt cried, wrenching his arm out of his grip. "Um, Josh, he's-"
"Here to collect Kurt so his brother can get us coffee and then get the hell out of this store," Sebastian finished, smiling at Kurt when he looked back at him angrily. "Now, Josh, unless you want statutory rape under your belt with your what I'm sure are already fantastic accomplishments, I'd leave right now. Because I'm sure your manage will be very pleased to hear all about it."
Josh paled considerably, before pushing himself off the counter, stuttering, "I- Uh, I have to- Work. I have to work." He turned and promptly ran away.
Sebastian smirked at his retreating figure until Kurt slapped him hard on the arm, "Ow!"
"What the hell was that?" He said furiously, his eyes blazing.
"Hey, you were the one that was acting like a skank with your brother five feet away. He was going to come looking for you. I saved your ass."
Kurt turned to the line for a second before looking back, "I was fine! And for your information, the age of consent in Ohio is seventeen so it wouldn't be rape, you imbecile,"
"Hey, he was the one who believed it," Sebastian drawled, grabbing a sputtering Kurt's arm and dragging him to the line to order.
The three soon ordered their drinks and food before leaving and going through the rest of the mall. They ended up spending the rest of the day there, going from store to store, Kurt buying bags and bags of closing, Finn showing Sebastian his old hangouts and Sebastian trying to avoid Kurt's eyes and hands. Apparently him ruining a lay for him wasn't enough to stop the need to flirt.
But, Sebastian thought triumphantly later that night when he was laying down on the couch again, at least he'd stopped Kurt from getting laid that night. Revenge was sweet as he watched Kurt walk up the stairs at the end of the night towards his room.
Kurt Hummel was born to suck dick.
Ever since he was fourteen, when he gave his nineteen year old camp counselor a blowjob, he learned he could practically turn any guy he wanted into a quivering pool of moans by wrapping his mouth around a cock.
Kurt looked up through his lashes at the man above him, slurping obscenely around the cock that was currently tickling the back of his throat. He was a lot older, twenty four at least, with a strong jaw line and short blonde hair pushed back hastily. He was gorgeous, though, with a sexy grin and a charming air about him. After Kurt had gone upstairs that night, decked out in his decoy pajamas he quickly went to work. He closed the door, waited a half an hour and started to strip, replacing his silk pj's with his designer vest and shirt, along with long black skinny jeans. He opened his window, made sure the cost was clear before climbing onto the branch from the tree that reached just to his window. It was too easy.
Kurt spotted him across the bar when he'd first entered, dancing with some shirtless brunette, looking disinterested. He quickly made it his mission to get that look off his face. Kurt was clever about it, with a plan so measured and calculated there was practically no way it'd fail. Step one: He made eye contact with the man a second after he entered the club, offering a small smile before looking back to the bar. Show he's interested without seeming desperate. Step two: He sat at a stool in the corner of the bar, ordering a White Russian. Order something strong, but with an air of maturity and suave. Step three: Make eye contact a second time, wait until he notices, then offer a small wave. Make sure mystery guy knows he's alone, but not really wanting to be.
Then, go in for the kill. Step four: Waste no time. Wait until he comes over, find out a name, maybe age if he's getting fancy. Then ask the question he already knows the answer to.
"Are you good to go?"
It was all too easy. He led the guy to the bathroom of the bar in less than twenty minutes of spotting him, pushing him into a stall and sinking to his knees.
Kurt hummed around the member in his mouth, hitting the back of his throat. He swirled his tongue around his cock, pulling his face back so he could lick the head. Mystery man groaned in approval, his hands clutching desperately at the bars on the side of the stall. He licked at the tip of his cock, teasingly, before leaning in close to lick a long strip on the underside. It wasn't the biggest penis he'd ever given a blowjob too, but he was thick and wide and Kurt did always like a mouthful.
"Oh, fucking- God, yes,"
Kurt smirked before he put both his hands on the man's thighs. Taking a deep breath in preparation, Kurt sunk back down on his dick, taking in his entire length until his pert nose was brushing against the tan skin just below his navel. He hollowed his cheeks, sucking harder and vibrating his throat.
"Oh- Oh I'm not going to last,"
Kurt smiled. The grand finale. He sucked in harder covering his entire member with his mouth, and bobbed his head back and forth quickly. The man's moans grew louder, echoing of the walls of the dirty bathroom. The florescent lights flickered and filled the room with a dim, white light and a soft, steady 'buzz.' Kurt ignored all of this, speeding up his pace and groaning deep in the back of his throat.
"Fu-Fuck, I'm gonna- I-I-"
Kurt smiled around the cock. The guy was babbling nonsense now. He took advantage of the opportunity, burying the nose in the man's pubic hair as he swallowed him whole, and brought a manicured hand up to cup his balls. He pushed the man over the edge.
"Holy shit!"
Kurt drank up the man's juices, swallowing every last bit of his fluids before he pulled himself away with a dirty 'pop.' He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand before standing up and looking up at the mystery man. He was pulling up his pants, tucking his spent cock back in his pants and zipping himself up. He looked up with a charming grin.
"Wow, that was amazing,"
Kurt smiled, leaning back against the admittedly disgusting stall walls, offering a small wink, "I've been told."
He raised an eyebrow at Kurt then, "Really?"
Kurt nodded, scanning the man's body, wondering if he'd be worth having a quickie with.
"You can't be any older than eighteen,"
"That wasn't a problem when my head was between your legs, now was it?" Kurt said, looking into the man's brown eyes.
The guy looked taken aback for a second before chuckling, "I guess not,"
A moment of silence passed before he finally said, "So, want me to return the favor?"
Kurt smirked, "I thought you'd never ask."
Yeah, Kurt Hummel was born for this.
A/N: So, some Kurt POV. There's gonna be more in a few chapters. Um, other than that there's nothing. Thoughts? P.s the boots Kurt wanted are real, and actually 114 dollars. They're so brilliant, look at them.